Poise on The Verge of Insanity

The Roaring Warden

The Roaring Warden

At times I almost pray

To dispose of an ear’s worth

For then what I might say

Won’t always mean a sore

I fiddle and I fawn

I share most man’s odd quality

But every hour at dawn

She finds it an atrocity

She’s made it a tradition

Her screams and bitter song

But I’ve made it my mission

To rid her of the wrong

Still I am no victim

Not only at the least

I’ve named myself a critter

So she becomes a beast

Could right of rule be painful

In such a world as mine?

Where pity’s reign is boastful

And banshee divine

My paradise on Earth

Lurks when she sleeps at night

But when it leaves I curse my birth

And, for a moment, turn to crime

I near follow after

Not long before it dies

The lure of love and laughter

In lieu of blood and cries

But if it holds the better

I can never be sure

A slaughtered pain threshold

I’ve longed to endure

At times I need to cringe

How torment cures a heart

I beg to tame my sins

While essence falls uncharred